No amount of self-love can make me forget you,

Neither the distractions.

Work disguised as healthy distractions could not dissolve a fraction of your memories. 

I am suffering eternally and internally, 

I am suffering in my deathbed waiting to see a glimpse of you. 

A decade passed, still I am in love with you. 

A decade passed, still I couldn’t find anyone like you. 

Oh, the precious jewel of mine, 

I am in a bereavement of losing you. 

Doomed in the eternal hell fire of guilt and regret, 

I keep circling around on the same point where I left you. 

I am my own spade, slowly I am killing everything good left in me. 

I am my own disaster, I sway everything with real intensity, 

Electrified for the new but terrified for the old. 

It’s a life story turned blue. 

It’s a love story turned in hue. 

It’s a turnover of a repeated telecast,

Each time I return to the same place where I left you. 

Alone, holy and uncompromised. 

Unknowingly I have loved you for an eternity,

But, never could be with you. 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

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